Love of a Queen

A continuation to my short story "A Peasant and a Queen". Hope you enjoy.

Submitted:Jul 19, 2013
Reads: 75
Comments: 1
Likes: 0

My heart was heavy in my chest, and it beat slow. I closed my
eyes and let tears flow, the rain hid my sorrow from the eyes of
others. Looking around I saw others, other graves. All with
flowers resting before the stone markers. Then I looked before
me, a small shallow resting place. No bright blossoms decorating
this final home. I sighed and wiped my eyes of tears, for years I
had held his hand as others looked upon us condescendingly. He
did not falter, his love stayed true to the end. If he did not
convey his love that day, what would have become of
me?

I look up in the sky, and listen. The rain gave a soothing
cadence to my aching heart. Thunder struck and took me from my
body, I saw his face in the light. He was now wealthy with my
love, if I could only tell him once more how much he changed my
life. How from that moment he did cross my mind time and time
again. Even now I could not leave this solemn ground without
taking thoughts of him with me. I found myself talking to him,
unsure if he could hear or not. "I remember that day you came to
me. The image of you kneeling before me, announcing your love.
How you complimented every aspect of my being." I tried to hold
back the tears as I hoped he could hear me. "Now I stand here
proclaiming my love in your court." I knelt before his grave, the
wet grass cold against my knees. "Since you have gone I cannot
remove you from my thoughts, your bravery, your undying honesty
and love. I see shadows that I believe to belong to you. Are you
stilling watching me?" I looked down onto the dirt in which he
lay. I close my eyes and listen.

"If I could just hear your light hearted voice again. Even just
once. And after all these years you were right. True love. You
said my eyes were vivid, my hair dark. Now they are sullen
without you, my hair gray with age." I sighed. "Listen to me,
rambling about our love." I looked around, through the empty
grave yard. The rain left a somber haze on the horizon. I lifted
myself off the wet ground and continued to look down on his
grave. He never changed in all his years, I can't say I'm not
surprised. Even though he had married a Queen, he remained a
peasant to the end. Others may not understand why I gave him the
first chance, maybe it was fate, maybe I was bored. But there was
something different about him, something I knew felt right. Or
maybe, I was just a Queen, before a peasant. In love.